the silence of the night was a blessing and yet, a curse all the same. it failed to silence her thoughts and she itched internally at their determination to be heard. she thought of her father, her mother, her siblings and the grand world around them. she thought of how she had been restricted to the crags, unable to gain passage outside of the rocky labrynth without a parent stuck to her side. she thought of how all the other wolves in the world had that freedom and it... agitated her, like an insufferable itch. why had she been cursed with something otherwise? what made her different to them? there had to be something, or somebody, to blame for the way things had become. it infuriated her that she could not pinpoint just what that was.

thankfully, she had a distraction. from the darkness, a voice emerged and yet for a moment, she had glared into the abyss under the assumption that her thoughts had found a way to be heard in the real world. her ears flickered forward, though, when she realized it had been a stranger. his voice was gravelly and yet, she perceived no threat. instead, he seemed concerned as he queried about her parents. it made her eyes briefly roam back towards the edge she had climbed over. below, somewhere, her mother had surely remained asleep.

"they might think to take a bite from a stranger in the dark," she mused, though her voice always held a certain playfulness to it as she turned back towards where the shadow had materialized. still, she could not discern him entirely - unlike hers, his dark form gave him the privilege of remaining hidden even in the moonlight. "as for me? they might do the same."

she shrugged, her small shoulders rolling with her words as she attempted to focus on the male. she had been only able to make out his faint outline; he was large and yet, he seemed to have been simply sitting. she stepped closer with a tilted head, her eyes staring up at where she assumed his face might have been.

"i'm not by myself anymore, anyway," she grinned, her tail giving a lazy wave as she took another series of steps towards him, her nose twitching in order to pick up his scent better, "aren't you here to keep me company?" after all, she still had an inkling that he was not just a wolf. in her mind, she had already deemed him part of her thoughts - materialized, though. childrens' imaginations had such power.